Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Inner City,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.